" Oh, I know I'm not nearly good enough for you." " Good enough for me, dear? " They all told me so, and they were right ! Why, even the American minister said it. Everybody thinks it." "Why, aren 't they wretches To think of them saying such a thing! As if-as if anybody could be too--" " Do you know-" She paused and looked at him with a certain timid challenge. " I don't know why I feel it, but-sometimes I feel that I've been I've been flung at your head." He opened his mouth in astonishment. " Flung at my head! She held up her finger. "And if I thought you could ever believe it ! " " Is a girl flung at a man's head when her father carries her thousands of miles away and the man follows her all these miles, and at last-" " Her eyes were shining. "And you really came to Greece-on purpose to-to-" " Confess you knew it all the time! Confess!" The answer was muffled. " Well, sometimes I thought you did, and at other times I thought you- didn't." In a secluded cove, in which the sea-maids once had played, no doubt, Marjory and Coleman sat in silence. He was below her, and if he looked at her he had to turn his glance obliquely upward. She was staring at the sea with woman's mystic gaze, a gaze which men at once reverence and fear since it seems to look into the deep, simple heart of nature, and men begin to feel that their petty wisdoms are futile to control these strange spirits, as wayward as nature and as pure as nature, wild as the play of waves, sometimes as unalterable as the mountain amid the winds; and to measure them, man must perforce use a mathematical formula. He wished that she would lay her hand upon his hair. He would be happy then. If she would only, of her own will, touch his hair lightly with her fingers-if she would do it with an unconscious air it would be even better. It would show him that she was thinking of him, even when she did not know she was thinking of him. Perhaps he dared lay his head softly against her knee. Did he dare? As his head touched her knee, she did not move. She seemed to be still gazing at the sea. Presently idly caressing fingers played in his hair near the forehead. He looked up suddenly lifting his arms. He breathed out a cry which was laden with a kind of diffident ferocity. " I haven't kissed you yet-"